121.
Ping
Nothing
Ping
Nothing
Ping
Nothing
Gilbert kept watching the sonar even though nothing was there. Sure fish were there, some kind of reefs, and at one point what appeared to be the wreck of something else long forgotten was showing up. But not UB-65. She was missing, and continued to be missing. Gilbert hoped that the ship itself was a physical thing and not fully ghostified or it wouldn't show up on sonar at all.
"If its a sub from World War 1 it won't be under water." Captain Turner had come down from the top deck. The ship didn't need someone steering it while they waited in the sea. Clarissa and Stoakes had taken to each other talking about various Nessie Myths and Gilbert was glad to be rid of the man constantly pestering him about what he might know of the creature.
"If the Sub was operating like a real vessel sure, but its staffed by at least one ghost, probably multiple, the rules don't apply." Turner seemed to think that over and nodded his head.
"I remember once when I was in the navy I swear I saw the Lusitania. It was dark, and the sea had been unkind that day, but I was smoking with a couple other guys and I swear I saw it, clear as day. The other guys didn't say anything, we just stood in silence watching the dead, and then it was gone. So is that what this ship is?"
"No, not at all like that, what you saw is like a remnant people unable to accept their death clinging to those final moments. This is something else, someone who embraced death but didn't go to where he should have. He's already a killer, at least thirty sailors to his name, and I know he's looking for more to add to his mast."
PING
PING
PING
Gilbert looked at the radar with a mix of horror and anticipation. There was something big down there and making it's way towards them.
"Maybe its Nessie." Captain Turner joked, but Gilbert didn't feel like smiling. He just grabbed his bag, and called for Clarissa.
*****
"So we're about to do what now?"
"You know honestly I kind of hoped it would attack us from the surface." Clarissa didn't like that statement.
"So I repeat myself...."
"Take some of these writs and wrap it around an arrow..."
"YOU WANT ME TO SHOOT A SUB WITH AN ARROW?!"
Friday, May 17, 2019
Friday, May 10, 2019
Marine Spooctology
120.
"Man its a joy to be out here with you Mr. Dunkley I've hunted Nessie for years!" Gilbert regretted the trip immediately upon meeting Matt Stoakes, a fast talking chain smoker who among his other bad habits kept a car that was so filthy Gilbert couldn't tell if any part of it was clean. Gilbert was going to let the Nessie thing go, it was one of the few "monsters" normal people believed in, though it was one of the few things he pretty much knew was bullshit. Krakens? Yes. Ancient Dinosaurs inexplicably alive millions of years later? What are you nuts?
"Well I hope your ship is sea worthy." It was the least of Gilbert's concern, but he was very concerned with how badly Stoakes appeared as a driver and the sorry state of his car.
"Oh she'll take you guys out there no issue, ghost submarine right? That can happen?"
"Well the sub isn't a ghost, its just currently being run by a ghost, but the sub is very real and potentially dangerous."
"Ghosts can do that?"
"This one apparently can, its a first for me, though I did deal with a ghost pirate ship once." Gilbert chuckled to himself at the memory.
"How did that go?"
"Not too bad convinced him to sail somewhere else for a while, I've heard tales of ghost pirates amusing tourists as far away as New Zealand." The ghost wasn't dangerous just confused and Gilbert felt bad to end his voyage when he just wanted to have fun for as long as he could. They arrived at the ship and Gilbert jaw almost dropped. It was a top of the line vessel that didn't look to have the same filth and debris that Stoakes car had.
"Here's my ship."
"Wow how do you afford that?" Clarissa spoke up for the first time. She didn't feel like interrupting Gilbert and Stoakes when she was just looking at the english country side.
"Some billionare loves the hunt for nessie, forget his name, but he's been basically funding my research, that and the SyFy network, they have me on every once in a while for a special, but the boat is nice even if the captain can be a bit of dick." The captain in this case was an old grizzled sea dog in crisp whites and grey trimmed facial hair. Gilbert felt safer already.
"Master Stoakes, I assume these are the passengers for the sea voyage today?"
"Gilbert Dunkley and Clarissa Shipley, they'll be our guests for this Captain Turner." Turned held out his hand and Clarissa and Gilbert shook it, he had a grip like a vice.
"Pleasure to have you aboard for the latest snipe hunt."
"Captain Turner." Stoakes chastised the older man, but he waved it off.
"So we looking for a dinosaur or some other malarkey?"
"WW 1 sub being run by a ghost." The old man didn't seem phased by it.
"For sure?"
"Well the royal navy doesn't think so, but I do yes sir I believe it's a problem, how dangerous is what we are here to find out." He harumphed and walked away.
"He's a bit of a hard ass, but a great captain, let me show you to your bunks." Stoakes directed them to the lower birth and Gilbert took a look at the sea before going under. It was a calm sunny day, and he was immediately suspicious of what was out there.
"Man its a joy to be out here with you Mr. Dunkley I've hunted Nessie for years!" Gilbert regretted the trip immediately upon meeting Matt Stoakes, a fast talking chain smoker who among his other bad habits kept a car that was so filthy Gilbert couldn't tell if any part of it was clean. Gilbert was going to let the Nessie thing go, it was one of the few "monsters" normal people believed in, though it was one of the few things he pretty much knew was bullshit. Krakens? Yes. Ancient Dinosaurs inexplicably alive millions of years later? What are you nuts?
"Well I hope your ship is sea worthy." It was the least of Gilbert's concern, but he was very concerned with how badly Stoakes appeared as a driver and the sorry state of his car.
"Oh she'll take you guys out there no issue, ghost submarine right? That can happen?"
"Well the sub isn't a ghost, its just currently being run by a ghost, but the sub is very real and potentially dangerous."
"Ghosts can do that?"
"This one apparently can, its a first for me, though I did deal with a ghost pirate ship once." Gilbert chuckled to himself at the memory.
"How did that go?"
"Not too bad convinced him to sail somewhere else for a while, I've heard tales of ghost pirates amusing tourists as far away as New Zealand." The ghost wasn't dangerous just confused and Gilbert felt bad to end his voyage when he just wanted to have fun for as long as he could. They arrived at the ship and Gilbert jaw almost dropped. It was a top of the line vessel that didn't look to have the same filth and debris that Stoakes car had.
"Here's my ship."
"Wow how do you afford that?" Clarissa spoke up for the first time. She didn't feel like interrupting Gilbert and Stoakes when she was just looking at the english country side.
"Some billionare loves the hunt for nessie, forget his name, but he's been basically funding my research, that and the SyFy network, they have me on every once in a while for a special, but the boat is nice even if the captain can be a bit of dick." The captain in this case was an old grizzled sea dog in crisp whites and grey trimmed facial hair. Gilbert felt safer already.
"Master Stoakes, I assume these are the passengers for the sea voyage today?"
"Gilbert Dunkley and Clarissa Shipley, they'll be our guests for this Captain Turner." Turned held out his hand and Clarissa and Gilbert shook it, he had a grip like a vice.
"Pleasure to have you aboard for the latest snipe hunt."
"Captain Turner." Stoakes chastised the older man, but he waved it off.
"So we looking for a dinosaur or some other malarkey?"
"WW 1 sub being run by a ghost." The old man didn't seem phased by it.
"For sure?"
"Well the royal navy doesn't think so, but I do yes sir I believe it's a problem, how dangerous is what we are here to find out." He harumphed and walked away.
"He's a bit of a hard ass, but a great captain, let me show you to your bunks." Stoakes directed them to the lower birth and Gilbert took a look at the sea before going under. It was a calm sunny day, and he was immediately suspicious of what was out there.
Friday, May 3, 2019
Sub Mistakes
119.
"I believe we had this conversation once general, and I believe what I said at the time was 'leave sunken ghost ships lie'." Gilbert was tossing a baseball in his office. He had a book open to a picture of a german uboat labeled U-65.
"I don't need the history lesson Dunkley, I need you to make your way to London."
"The navy can't handle it?"
"You know me and the navy aren't on speaking terms, and their team can't handle this, I need my best guy, the US government is willing to pay as part of our NATO commitments."
"Don't the british have their own whatever?"
"Ok Dunkley they don't believe me the sub got loose, they think someone stole it for scrap." Gilbert sighed.
"And so I won't even have military back up to take down the thing."
"It's most likely not going to be armed Gilbert, its a ghost ship."
"Ghost warship, and god knows what since its been on the bottom of the ocean for decades General."
"For me please Gilbert, I'm asking a personal favor, I've arranged for a ship it'll be fine, just find UB-65, for me." Gilbert sighed long and hard, he didn't want to go to England, nor go looking for a sub from world war fucking 1, but he couldn't ignore that innocent people could be hurt if he just did nothing.
"Let me find my passport, you owe me general, you really owe me." Gilbert hung up and stared at the picture of the sub U-65. A god damn modern day ghost ship run by a crew of the damned who went missing a century ago. This was going to be a very bad week.
****
"England! This is going to be awesome." Clarissa was decidedly less upset about having to travel abroad to chase down a ghost ship.
"This is a work trip remember that, also we'll be on the sea for most of it, so it'll be probably cold as all get out."
"Why do you have to like Gilbert up every fun thing? Why can't I enjoy the moment?"
"Did you really just use my first name as a verb?"
"Don't Gilbert this Gilbert." He sighed and buckled himself into his plane seat, he never really liked flying anymore despite having started in the air force, it was one of those funny quirks of life. Like a paramedic who didn't like blood.
"I just hope we don't get attacked by a griffon or something."
"Those are real??" Clarissa's eyes were lit up.
"Honestly I don't even know anymore Clarissa, I don't even know."
"I believe we had this conversation once general, and I believe what I said at the time was 'leave sunken ghost ships lie'." Gilbert was tossing a baseball in his office. He had a book open to a picture of a german uboat labeled U-65.
"I don't need the history lesson Dunkley, I need you to make your way to London."
"The navy can't handle it?"
"You know me and the navy aren't on speaking terms, and their team can't handle this, I need my best guy, the US government is willing to pay as part of our NATO commitments."
"Don't the british have their own whatever?"
"Ok Dunkley they don't believe me the sub got loose, they think someone stole it for scrap." Gilbert sighed.
"And so I won't even have military back up to take down the thing."
"It's most likely not going to be armed Gilbert, its a ghost ship."
"Ghost warship, and god knows what since its been on the bottom of the ocean for decades General."
"For me please Gilbert, I'm asking a personal favor, I've arranged for a ship it'll be fine, just find UB-65, for me." Gilbert sighed long and hard, he didn't want to go to England, nor go looking for a sub from world war fucking 1, but he couldn't ignore that innocent people could be hurt if he just did nothing.
"Let me find my passport, you owe me general, you really owe me." Gilbert hung up and stared at the picture of the sub U-65. A god damn modern day ghost ship run by a crew of the damned who went missing a century ago. This was going to be a very bad week.
****
"England! This is going to be awesome." Clarissa was decidedly less upset about having to travel abroad to chase down a ghost ship.
"This is a work trip remember that, also we'll be on the sea for most of it, so it'll be probably cold as all get out."
"Why do you have to like Gilbert up every fun thing? Why can't I enjoy the moment?"
"Did you really just use my first name as a verb?"
"Don't Gilbert this Gilbert." He sighed and buckled himself into his plane seat, he never really liked flying anymore despite having started in the air force, it was one of those funny quirks of life. Like a paramedic who didn't like blood.
"I just hope we don't get attacked by a griffon or something."
"Those are real??" Clarissa's eyes were lit up.
"Honestly I don't even know anymore Clarissa, I don't even know."
Friday, April 26, 2019
Big Dog, Bad Dog
118.
Right at that moment Clarissa remembered Jeff Goldblum from Jurassic Park. She remembered his line about needing to go faster because the Chupacabra which was about the size of a large bull had been chasing them down various sewers and water ways for twenty minutes. Clarissa lamented all those years of ignoring physical education or any kind of physical activity. Gilbert was faster than her and he was almost triple her age, it was enough to make her feel very old. They came to a smaller room with a metal door, Gilbert waved Clarissa inside and slammed the door shut, the Chupacabra slammed into the door with its full force but Clarissa and Gilbert were able to keep it shut for now.
"Shit I should have popped a flare out there."
"Well just put it next to the door."
"Won't be enough to kill it, probably just scare it away to come back later." The Cabra slammed into the door again and Clarissa felt her grip slipping.
"Well away is better than what we are currently running into." Gilbert shook his head.
"Nah what we need to do is open the door briefly, throw the flare than close it again."
"No Gilbert."
"It'll work I promise."
"I dunno Gilbert this feels like when my dad thought he could change the water tube on a toilet before the water rushed in, except replace water with huge blood sucking dog wolf thing."
"Too late." Gilbert threw open the door and threw the flare towards the chubacabra, before hurriedly slamming the door shut again. The creature slammed hard against it, but they were able to keep it shut. "See like I said easy."
"You know one of these days we're going to have to talk about consent to crazy acts like that."
"I'll probably be long dead before that conversation happens, trust me." The creature kept banging on the door for about thirty minutes, each thrust felt weaker than the last when it finally just stopped. Gilbert waited an additional five minutes, and then opened the door to one dead chupacabra. Gilbert and Clarissa made their way above ground so they could use their cell phones and call the sheriff's department to get paid.
"See this is the kind of job I like." The sheriff was organizing people to collect the corpse, but he'd already approved the fund transfer. Gilbert and Clarissa were taking off their hip waders and getting ready to go home.
"Yeah smelling like shit and money."
"Better than just shit."
"I love this job."
Right at that moment Clarissa remembered Jeff Goldblum from Jurassic Park. She remembered his line about needing to go faster because the Chupacabra which was about the size of a large bull had been chasing them down various sewers and water ways for twenty minutes. Clarissa lamented all those years of ignoring physical education or any kind of physical activity. Gilbert was faster than her and he was almost triple her age, it was enough to make her feel very old. They came to a smaller room with a metal door, Gilbert waved Clarissa inside and slammed the door shut, the Chupacabra slammed into the door with its full force but Clarissa and Gilbert were able to keep it shut for now.
"Shit I should have popped a flare out there."
"Well just put it next to the door."
"Won't be enough to kill it, probably just scare it away to come back later." The Cabra slammed into the door again and Clarissa felt her grip slipping.
"Well away is better than what we are currently running into." Gilbert shook his head.
"Nah what we need to do is open the door briefly, throw the flare than close it again."
"No Gilbert."
"It'll work I promise."
"I dunno Gilbert this feels like when my dad thought he could change the water tube on a toilet before the water rushed in, except replace water with huge blood sucking dog wolf thing."
"Too late." Gilbert threw open the door and threw the flare towards the chubacabra, before hurriedly slamming the door shut again. The creature slammed hard against it, but they were able to keep it shut. "See like I said easy."
"You know one of these days we're going to have to talk about consent to crazy acts like that."
"I'll probably be long dead before that conversation happens, trust me." The creature kept banging on the door for about thirty minutes, each thrust felt weaker than the last when it finally just stopped. Gilbert waited an additional five minutes, and then opened the door to one dead chupacabra. Gilbert and Clarissa made their way above ground so they could use their cell phones and call the sheriff's department to get paid.
"See this is the kind of job I like." The sheriff was organizing people to collect the corpse, but he'd already approved the fund transfer. Gilbert and Clarissa were taking off their hip waders and getting ready to go home.
"Yeah smelling like shit and money."
"Better than just shit."
"I love this job."
Friday, April 19, 2019
Chupa What?
117.
"Subterranean cannibal humans."
"Nope bites are too big for a human also not really a thing in California."
"But a thing somewhere else?"
"Lets just focus on what could have caused these bites shall we." Clarissa and Gilbert and been puzzling over the corpses for about an hour. Clarissa didn't even smell the sewer or the bodies anymore which was gross to her because she new it was very much both still present she just didn't notice it.
"Well I'm at a loss Gilbert you're the expert, I've just seen bad tv on late at night."
"Which has more truth than you'd like to know, but the lack of blood and random bite patterns has me thinking Chupacabra."
"A what?"
"Goat dog blood sucker thing, usually common to mexico or the american southwest, but could easily be up here."
"You mean down here, La isn't up."
"You just got a lot of sass today girl, I kind of guessed we'd be running into one of these, it's why I brought some witches bane flares, just have to get the sucker to breathe it in and bam dead."
"Is that like an herb, or something that literally kills witches."
"Both actually, though witches don't have to breathe it in, just coat them in it, but witches aren't really an issue anymore, mostly out of fear and hatred killed a lot of them off, they aren't by their nature bad normally. Now Chupacabra? They are terrible, and from the bites, this one looks like a very large one."
"So it looks like a dog?"
"Like a rat dog/coyote, with big fangs and no fur." Clarissa certainly didn't see anything like that in the sewer right now, but it was a fairly large system to check out.
"Ok so we go in deeper to find it?"
"Nah, we need to pull out get some goats blood and set up a trap, that way we can bait it in to the witches bane and easy peasy done."
"Oh thank god a chance to get a shower."
"Might want to wait till after we kill the Cabra, those things can reek like day old ass." Clarissa stopped in the sewer.
"Gilbert."
"You smell it right."
"Yeah Smells real bad just right now."
"Well I've got the witches bane, but..."
"But its one of those things where it probably has to like be concentrated which is hard to do while running away in a sewer."
"You'll make a great exterminator one day Clarissa..."
"Subterranean cannibal humans."
"Nope bites are too big for a human also not really a thing in California."
"But a thing somewhere else?"
"Lets just focus on what could have caused these bites shall we." Clarissa and Gilbert and been puzzling over the corpses for about an hour. Clarissa didn't even smell the sewer or the bodies anymore which was gross to her because she new it was very much both still present she just didn't notice it.
"Well I'm at a loss Gilbert you're the expert, I've just seen bad tv on late at night."
"Which has more truth than you'd like to know, but the lack of blood and random bite patterns has me thinking Chupacabra."
"A what?"
"Goat dog blood sucker thing, usually common to mexico or the american southwest, but could easily be up here."
"You mean down here, La isn't up."
"You just got a lot of sass today girl, I kind of guessed we'd be running into one of these, it's why I brought some witches bane flares, just have to get the sucker to breathe it in and bam dead."
"Is that like an herb, or something that literally kills witches."
"Both actually, though witches don't have to breathe it in, just coat them in it, but witches aren't really an issue anymore, mostly out of fear and hatred killed a lot of them off, they aren't by their nature bad normally. Now Chupacabra? They are terrible, and from the bites, this one looks like a very large one."
"So it looks like a dog?"
"Like a rat dog/coyote, with big fangs and no fur." Clarissa certainly didn't see anything like that in the sewer right now, but it was a fairly large system to check out.
"Ok so we go in deeper to find it?"
"Nah, we need to pull out get some goats blood and set up a trap, that way we can bait it in to the witches bane and easy peasy done."
"Oh thank god a chance to get a shower."
"Might want to wait till after we kill the Cabra, those things can reek like day old ass." Clarissa stopped in the sewer.
"Gilbert."
"You smell it right."
"Yeah Smells real bad just right now."
"Well I've got the witches bane, but..."
"But its one of those things where it probably has to like be concentrated which is hard to do while running away in a sewer."
"You'll make a great exterminator one day Clarissa..."
Friday, April 12, 2019
Of The LA Sewer Troubles
116.
"I honestly wish we were back with the man eating mushrooms." Clarissa had on hip waders and she was knee deep in water she preferred not to think about. The temperature in the sewer was over a hundred and it was only ten in the morning.
"That job sucked, and we didn't even get paid, stupid redneck sheriffs claiming its a common thing and we didn't do enough to stop it, its enough to put the working man off of helping country folk for a while." Gilbert still felt the call for help warranted at least a finders fee for helping to deal with the mushroom folk.
"Why aren't the like LA pd handling this? Like isn't this a cop thing?"
"Cops got better things to do than get killed."
"And we don't?"
"Sorry I was just referring to a movie that came out before you were born, best I could tell animal control was called they went missing, sheriffs department was called they went missing, and then when swat was called someone saw something 'distrubing' and they left, so now here we are getting paid a hefty sum to find it and kill it."
"Probably an alligator."
"That's new york and trust me it ain't gators in their sewers." Gilbert shuddered, what he'd seen under Manhattan couldn't be unseen.
"Well at least I brought some poison."
"To a water way, which will probably poison the surrounding area for years if you use it."
"What's worse poisoned water way or dead us?" Gilbert scowled, but it was dark and Clarissa couldn't see it as she was in front with a flash light.
"Just keep looking."
"For what again? I'm pretty sure I saw a dead rat a while back, but I don't think the plague is what we're looking for."
"I dunno something that would scare a Swat person."
"A grand jury summons over a police shooting?"
"Clarissa!" She chuckled to herself and then stopped dead in her tracks, Gilbert almost ran into her. He shined his light past her and saw the bodies of several city workers and sheriffs, partially eaten.
"Well shit, at least we found the people we were looking for, I wonder if the sheriff's here had that Mcgruff the crime dog thing up here? Because someone took a bite out of them."
"Clarissa that is terrible, this is serious."
"I know the smell just got a lot worse and the day isn't even half way over."
"Clarissa!" Gilbert was chuckling, though he didn't want to be. "Girl you're lucky these men are dead, you got to keep that kind of shit to yourself."
"Next time we're in a sewer in a hundred degree heat I'll keep my sass to myself."
"It's all I'm asking."
"I honestly wish we were back with the man eating mushrooms." Clarissa had on hip waders and she was knee deep in water she preferred not to think about. The temperature in the sewer was over a hundred and it was only ten in the morning.
"That job sucked, and we didn't even get paid, stupid redneck sheriffs claiming its a common thing and we didn't do enough to stop it, its enough to put the working man off of helping country folk for a while." Gilbert still felt the call for help warranted at least a finders fee for helping to deal with the mushroom folk.
"Why aren't the like LA pd handling this? Like isn't this a cop thing?"
"Cops got better things to do than get killed."
"And we don't?"
"Sorry I was just referring to a movie that came out before you were born, best I could tell animal control was called they went missing, sheriffs department was called they went missing, and then when swat was called someone saw something 'distrubing' and they left, so now here we are getting paid a hefty sum to find it and kill it."
"Probably an alligator."
"That's new york and trust me it ain't gators in their sewers." Gilbert shuddered, what he'd seen under Manhattan couldn't be unseen.
"Well at least I brought some poison."
"To a water way, which will probably poison the surrounding area for years if you use it."
"What's worse poisoned water way or dead us?" Gilbert scowled, but it was dark and Clarissa couldn't see it as she was in front with a flash light.
"Just keep looking."
"For what again? I'm pretty sure I saw a dead rat a while back, but I don't think the plague is what we're looking for."
"I dunno something that would scare a Swat person."
"A grand jury summons over a police shooting?"
"Clarissa!" She chuckled to herself and then stopped dead in her tracks, Gilbert almost ran into her. He shined his light past her and saw the bodies of several city workers and sheriffs, partially eaten.
"Well shit, at least we found the people we were looking for, I wonder if the sheriff's here had that Mcgruff the crime dog thing up here? Because someone took a bite out of them."
"Clarissa that is terrible, this is serious."
"I know the smell just got a lot worse and the day isn't even half way over."
"Clarissa!" Gilbert was chuckling, though he didn't want to be. "Girl you're lucky these men are dead, you got to keep that kind of shit to yourself."
"Next time we're in a sewer in a hundred degree heat I'll keep my sass to myself."
"It's all I'm asking."
Friday, April 5, 2019
You Can't Reason with Food
115.
"Ok so man eating mushroom people is pretty much the last thing I expected at this time of night in the country side." Gilbert's attempt to talk to the mushroom people had lead to a lot of teeth and a lot of anger. Clarissa and he had holed up in the remains of the pizza shop, the mushroom people for their teeth and scary had not been able to break in past the glass.
"Maybe we just didn't appeal to them properly."
"I really doubt saying hello is mushroom for fuck you."
"Maybe they are huge racists."
"Yes mushroom people have long hunted black people dating back to the original mushroom soup massacre, Clarissa please we need solutions here they will find a way in."
"Do it like the turkeys and knock over fryer grease and cook them?"
"Aren't any fryers here, just a brick pizza oven."
"Shit." The pounding on the glass was getting louder. Gilbert had his revolver, but he only had around eight bullets left. Clarissa had a knife, but her bow was in the van which was behind all the mushroom people. Clarissa did try and call 911, but the number didn't connect to a person and she had to leave a message which felt like the height of a bad idea. They did find some cards so they could at least kill the time before the mushrooms rushed in to eat them.
****
"Go fish."
"I highly doubt you don't have any 3's."
"I told you to go fish because I don't Clarissa you chose this after you didn't like poker."
"It was less didn't like and more felt you were cheating..."
"Either way, wait did you hear something?" The mushrooms had stopped doing much to the glass. They had rounded up the people to take them somewhere, but had mostly left Gilbert and Clarissa alone aside from a couple spikey looking mushrooms waiting at the door. Gilbert had heard what sounded like gunfire.
"Someone who broke free of the mushrooms?"
"Nah sounds too concentrated, multiple reports of gunfire. Something else is going on." Over the sounds of gunfire Gilbert distinctly heard a yahoo. It was getting closer, both he and Clarissa watched out for the source of it. Eventually the group of men in sheriff's uniforms arrived and killed the mushrooms trapping them in.
"Someone leave an emergency message?"
"Ok so man eating mushroom people is pretty much the last thing I expected at this time of night in the country side." Gilbert's attempt to talk to the mushroom people had lead to a lot of teeth and a lot of anger. Clarissa and he had holed up in the remains of the pizza shop, the mushroom people for their teeth and scary had not been able to break in past the glass.
"Maybe we just didn't appeal to them properly."
"I really doubt saying hello is mushroom for fuck you."
"Maybe they are huge racists."
"Yes mushroom people have long hunted black people dating back to the original mushroom soup massacre, Clarissa please we need solutions here they will find a way in."
"Do it like the turkeys and knock over fryer grease and cook them?"
"Aren't any fryers here, just a brick pizza oven."
"Shit." The pounding on the glass was getting louder. Gilbert had his revolver, but he only had around eight bullets left. Clarissa had a knife, but her bow was in the van which was behind all the mushroom people. Clarissa did try and call 911, but the number didn't connect to a person and she had to leave a message which felt like the height of a bad idea. They did find some cards so they could at least kill the time before the mushrooms rushed in to eat them.
****
"Go fish."
"I highly doubt you don't have any 3's."
"I told you to go fish because I don't Clarissa you chose this after you didn't like poker."
"It was less didn't like and more felt you were cheating..."
"Either way, wait did you hear something?" The mushrooms had stopped doing much to the glass. They had rounded up the people to take them somewhere, but had mostly left Gilbert and Clarissa alone aside from a couple spikey looking mushrooms waiting at the door. Gilbert had heard what sounded like gunfire.
"Someone who broke free of the mushrooms?"
"Nah sounds too concentrated, multiple reports of gunfire. Something else is going on." Over the sounds of gunfire Gilbert distinctly heard a yahoo. It was getting closer, both he and Clarissa watched out for the source of it. Eventually the group of men in sheriff's uniforms arrived and killed the mushrooms trapping them in.
"Someone leave an emergency message?"
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